poem

 In the FallIn the fall the trees seizeWhat belongs to themAnd the leaves seethe Orange auburn and redCling to their heightsInitially, it is said,Out of pure spite But day follows dayAnd they find common causeBand together, decide to fightAnd make a season of it.At sunset the lightPasses throughAnd everything shines.Suddenly this worldIs a warm fireThat won ’t burn down.It ’s the last stand of anyone Who ’s ever had everythingNecessary taken away. Right here, just beforeThey start to lose their gripIs when we first realizeWe could be beautiful too. 12/7/23

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - December 7, 2023 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs